The bell has rung and the train has left,
The depressed crimson eyes of the hearse ambulance are fading;
As if it is the obsession of the red closing eyes for huge drinking.
Smell of fading blood-salt and its ecstasy is a blind emotional wretch.
Once brilliant, now at a slow pace, plays the melody of deceleration.
The refulgence of the sun shines through the ice-covered lens-
Swims around the eyeballs in the chilly weather.
Digit being unfolded turns upside down in Retina's love;
The cat roar of pleasure is in its body in the union.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem